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The whole world is my enemy
And I'm a walking target
Two times the Devil
With all the significance
Dragged and raped
For the love of a mob
I can't stay
Because I can't be stopped
Eat motherf***ers alive
Who cross us
I know you're all tired
Of the same ol' bosses
Let me tell you
How it's gonna be
I'm gonna kill anyone
Who steps up in
Front of me
Welcome to the
Same ol' f***in' scam
Same ol' sh*t in a dead fad
Everybody wants
To be so hard
Are you real or a second rate
Sports card?
They all lost their dad
Or their wife just died
They never got to go outside
Shut up
Nobody gives a f***
It doesn't change
The fact that you suck

(We are)
The anti-cancer
(We are)
The only answer
Stripped down
We want you dead
But what's inside of me
You'll never know
(We are)
Bipolar gods
(We are)
You know what we are
My life was always sh*t
And I don't think
I need this anymore

Now I'm not pretty
And I'm not cool
But I'm fat and
I'm ugly and proud
So f*** you
Standing out is
The new pretension
Streamline the (sic)ness
Half-as*ed aggression
You gotta see it to believe it
We all got conned
All the mediocre sacred cows
We spawned
Put your trust in the misson
We will not repent
This is our religion

(We are)
The anti-cancer
(We are)
The only answer
Stripped down
We want you dead
But what's inside of me
You'll never know
(We are)
Bipolar gods
(We are)
You know what we are
My life was always sh*t
And I don't think
I need this anymore

I am hated
You are hated
We are hated

Everything sucks and
I can prove it
Everybody dies, shuffle on
Remove it
Individuals, indispensable
I'm the paradox deity vessel
The other side
Holds no secret
But this side is done
I don't need it
Before you go
You should know
You're breaking down
You'll be rotten be the time
You're underground

(We are)
The anti-cancer
(We are)
The only answer
Stripped down
We want you dead
But what's inside of me
You'll never know
(We are)
Bipolar gods
(We are)
You know what we are
My life was always sh*t
And I don't think
I need this anymore

(We are)
The source of conscience
(We are)
Distorted sentiments
There's only one thing left
And I can't leave
Until it's stated
(We are)
The absolute
(We are)
Controlling you
They're closing in
I can't escape
I am hated

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